I am the very model of a modern angry cyberpunk,

My body’s stuffed with chrome and chips and drugs that give me extra spunk.

I get in brawls and I start fights. From many bullets I have bled;

Like pistol shots and rifle snipes and blasts that almost left me dead.

I’m very well acquainted, too, with matters in the Combat Zones;

I understand the hierarchs of gang leaders upon their thrones.

About boosters and poseur gangs, I’m teeming with a lot of news,

With deadly cheerful facts about the weapons held by all the crews.

I’m very good with knocking down the soldiers of the Megacorps;

And vanishing when they strike back and blow up all my building’s floors.

All ‘cause I’m stuffed with chrome and chips and drugs that give me extra spunk,

I am the very model of a modern angry cyberpunk.